Her defensive barriers collapsed without slowing him.
Decades of magical training meant nothing against whatever power he wielded.
Complete suppression. They are outclassed.
The knight's charge died mid-step as the Prince's gaze shifted to him. He didn't overwhelm him by magic, but by pure intimidation that froze his body in place.
He instilled fear in him. His body wasn't able to stop his primal terror. Even courage has its limits.
"Now then." The Prince released the mage, who stumbled backwards, gasping. "Where were we? Ah, yes, your pathetic attempt at blood magic."
Pathetic? Who does he think he is?
I will show you how pathetic it is then.
Jasmine activated Blood Steal, targeting the corpses scattered across the battlefield. Dozens of demons had fallen—enough stolen life force to fuel healing beyond anything she'd attempted.
Multiply the available blood. Use everything. All I need to do, is kill this cocky demon and send him back to the hell he came from.
